I am so happy that I am getting out of this place. I can’t wait. This place is disgusting. And I don’t just mean the industrial vibe. I can deal with that. But here’s what I can’t deal with: it smells like cat piss, it’s dark and miserable, I hate throwing parties to make rent.
I pray for him instead of getting angry. But god is it difficult to fight the rage I feel towards him. I deserve better than to be treated like shit by my so called friends, especially ones who are supposedly older than me and had more time following a spiritual path. I ask my god what wrong I have done him and that is all I focus on. That is all that matters.
I got up early this morning and took the #17 UBC and #7 Dunbar to my parents house in the green west side. I listened to Alice in Chains the whole way there. I have grown quite fond of the tracks Shame In You, God Am and Junkhead. Had a shower at my parents house. Took the car and returned the left over booze and mixers from the flopped party on the weekend. Got over $300 back in returns. Picked up JR from Granville and took her out to breakfast. Then saw Briony when i was dropping her off at home. Briony looks thin. I wanted to pick her up and give her a ride but JR convinced me not to. came home and read for a while. Now I’m going to see Anne and talk shit through.
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